Drink up, chug it all down
You know what you've done downtown
Gangster, you're gonna be on the road again
Say, are you ready to roll out?
Ready to burn rubber, flat - out?
With your Road Dog through this fog!
Keep the shiny side on
Come on, bring it on
Drink up, drink it all down
Until your hides become a crown!
With your Road Dog, you're a night hog!
No one's going to tell you ''stick 'em up!’' anymore
Give them the middle finger, say nevermore
Watch out! There's that Tijuana taxi tailgating
If you were in the mood, you'd even do some wheeling!
But before, you were just standing there, jacking off
You knew you'd bump her off
Because that ***** cheated on you, right?
You've grown tired to forgive or fight.
Tears descending down your ******** face
Death's on your heels, better boost those wheels
Now is the time for your ultimate race
The hunter becomes the hunted, so keep pace
With your Road Dog, don't fly off the handle
You guys were just too much of a bundle
You're better off without that broad, but hell,
Remember those eyes for which you fell?
Your de-boned bride, your adorable dove
She begged, on her knees, ''Tell me you mean me no harm...''
But you used on her your Saturday night special charm...
And in no way did that mean love.
You've dealt with your babesicle
And hit the road, with your motorcycle…
March 3,2014 Lyon, France, at the bar “des Fleurs du Malt”
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
Drink up, chug it all down
You know what you've done downtown
Gangster, you're gonna be on the road again
Say, are you ready to roll out?
Ready to burn rubber, flat - out?
With your Road Dog through this fog!
Keep the shiny side on
Come on, bring it on
Drink up, drink it all down
Until your hides become a crown!
With your Road Dog, you're a night hog!
No one's going to tell you ''stick 'em up!’' anymore
Give them the middle finger, say nevermore
Watch out! There's that Tijuana taxi tailgating
If you were in the mood, you'd even do some wheeling!
But before, you were just standing there, jacking off
You knew you'd bump her off
Because that ***** cheated on you, right?
You've grown tired to forgive or fight.
Tears descending down your ******** face
Death's on your heels, better boost those wheels
Now is the time for your ultimate race
The hunter becomes the hunted, so keep pace
With your Road Dog, don't fly off the handle
You guys were just too much of a bundle
You're better off without that broad, but hell,
Remember those eyes for which you fell?
Your de-boned bride, your adorable dove
She begged, on her knees, ''Tell me you mean me no harm...''
But you used on her your Saturday night special charm...
And in no way did that mean love.
You've dealt with your babesicle
And hit the road, with your motorcycle…
March 3,2014 Lyon, France, at the bar “des Fleurs du Malt”
En ligne de mire et dégagée
Avale, bois comme un trou
Tu sais bien tes déboires à la ville
Mafieux, tu va encore tailler la route
Dis, c’est parti pour te tirer
Appuyer sur la pédale, et pas freiner ?
Avec ta bière_ à travers ce brouillard !
Vas pas te casser la gueule
Montre donc ce que tu as
Avale, bois comme un trou
Jusqu’à ce que tes jantes en jettent !
Avec ta bière et ta Harley lancée !
Personne ne te diras plus ‘’Haut les mains !’’
Fais-leur un doigt d’honneur, qu’on n’en parle plus demain
Fais gaffe, t’as les flics qui te collent au train
Si te l’sentais, tu ferais des figures sur la roue arrière !
Mais avant t’étais planté là, à presser ton légume
Tu savais bien que tu renverrais ta nana sur le bitume
Parce que cette trainée t’as trompé y’a pas longtemps ?
T’en as eu marre de pardonner ou te battre tout le temps.
Tu chialais bien les larmes sur ta putain de tronche
T’as la mort aux trousses, faudrait qu’ t’accélères
C’est le moment de montrer c’que tu sais faire
Le chasseur est chassé, alors perds pas l’affaire !
Avec ta bière, vas pas t’exploser
Vous deux c’était juste pas possible
Peut-être que sans cette fille t’es plus paisible
Mais tu t’rappelles que pour ses beaux yeux t’es tombé ?
Ta fiancée désossée, ton adorable colombe
Te suppliant, à tes pieds, avant la tombe
Tu as utilisé ton charme spécial du samedi
Et ça n’avait rien à voir avec une bataille au lit…
Ta petite gonzesse tu t’en es occupé
Et puis, sur ta moto, t’es r’parti rouler…
Traduit le 10 Juillet 2015
